Poisoned

A little girl named Winter lost her mother to a figure in a black cloak. Suffering the loss of her mother Winter discovers and apple tree and takes a bite out of an apple, and becomes what people say "poisoned".

Chapter 1

"Flowers in the meadow, under a tree, where true love waits. His hair pure brown, his eyes light blue, he holds me close for our true loves kiss. Dancing happily, at our wedding to be. Smiles the children, we soon shall bear. The animals rejoice, in a perfect toon, before true love dies, as you awake under the tree, it was all a dream." Winter said in front of her mother. "Sweetheart you're taking that to school?" Winter's mother asked "I also have another," Winter turned the page "Although this love is forbidden, I cannot resist. You're the only one that loves me, whom I wish to marry, I insist." "Sweetheart, love isn't everything." Her mother said stroking her soft, brown hair. "The carriage is waiting my loves." Winter shut her journal and went to the carriage. "Are we meeting Kelsie?" Winter asked. "No we aren't, were going to see River." "The sylph!" Winter squealed with joy as the carriage rode off into the forest. "I can't wait to see her, I heard she made new friends with the Faeries." "Darling don't be so gullible." Her mother said. The carriage kept going without a stop, when Winter heard horses in the distance. "Driver go faster into the forest!" Her mother said worried, "Mom what's happening?" Winter asked "Driver go faster!!" The driver went faster just as a black horse neighed and started to gallop after the carriage. Winter's mother turned and screamed "GO FASTER IT'S GONNA CATCH UP!" "This is the fastest I can go with the cart!" The driver yelled back. "Then I guess we'll have to ride on the horses." Winter's mother got on the first horse, her father on the second, along with Winter. "Faster!" The horses hooves beat the gravel ground as they rode off faster leaving the driver behind. The black horse still behind them, but you could see a figure on the horse now, it was a black cloaked figure. It disappeared, and the last thing that was heard was her dying mother falling off her horse, as she was shot in the arrow through the heart. "MOTHER!" Winter screamed, her father stopped the horse and ran over to where she lay still, eyes closed as the blood seeped through her blue dress. Winter wept by her father's side, looking down as her mother was laid down into the hole in the ground. "No one knew you as well as I did, I love you mom." She laid a red rose on her mother's grave, then left with her father back to the palace. Weeks passed before any of them spoke again. "Father I wrote a poem." Winter spoke silently.

"Tell me." Instead of speaking it she sang it "Under a rainbow, lies a grave, of a pretty girl who's name was Grace. Lilies grow not far from there. Happiness no where in the air, Harmony played a tune. For the person who created her tomb. They all say that they're ok, but soon they will all decay. "I thought she was right beside me" but clearly you were wrong. "She said her voices wanted her dead." She said that on her last day." "That's beautiful." Said her father "I have another," she cleared her throat and began to sing. "Ooooooooo, oooooooooo,ooooooooooooo Remember the way we use to walk beside each other? Remember the way you use to smile? I remember the melody of your voice, how it made me warm. Knowing I had you to guide me home. Knowing you wiped the tears from my face. You prove to me you love me each day, that's all you ever say. I watched as you fell to the ground, I watched as you faded away. Cries are heard from the weeping child, you left behind. You're no longer mine." "Beautiful Winter, now please go." "But daddy, I wasn't-" "GO!" Her father burst out, leaving Winter to run out crying. In the gardens Winter wept, when an angel softly came and touched her shoulder. "Mother?" She asked, but she saw nothing when she looked up, just a tree. She looked at the apples that were on the tree and picked on. The apple smelled sweet, she took one bite and immediately her eyes turned golden, and glistened; her voice sounded beautiful, and bold; her hair sparkled. She looked at the apple and noticed that it turned black inside, she looked in the mirror and saw that her skin was as white as snow, and her hair was black. She saw little snowflakes in her hair as well. She wasn't the same girl her father once knew, she was different. She was what they call "poisoned".

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